Shamanism kills the god

"I met by chance outside the Shangshutai, and after a fortune-telling, I actually caused such trouble. Is that old fellow Ma Yidao unintentional or intentional, and asked others to help him lead away the pursuers?"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled wryly. If he had known this before, he would never have let that old guy Ma Yidao get close to him when he was outside Shang Shutai.

The old guy had nothing to do with the world, and was indifferent to fame and wealth. At that time, he looked like a well-mannered man.Who would have thought that with such a wishful thinking secretly, he cleverly lured away the pursuers of the Immortal Sword Gate!

People are getting old!

The ancient books are right, indeed, the older a person is, the more treacherous and cunning he becomes.It seems to be an unintentional move, but it implies a deep meaning, shrewd and sophisticated!

"Who knows, as the suzerain of the Immortal Calculus Sect, Ma Yidao has always been a dragon without seeing the head and tail. He is known as a fortune teller in the world. No one can compare to his ability to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and predict the future, even the old bald donkey Kong Wu They are all willing to bow down. Although there are a lot of troubles, it is not a bad thing to think about it from another angle. Only when you are young can you experience more dangers and tribulations before you can truly grow up. This is better than smooth sailing when you are young, and many hardships when you are old. Already!"

The Flying Bat paused, and then said: "Anyway, I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I arrived in Jianshui City. I, the Flying Bat, have lived here for decades. Although I don't have any influence, I still have some friends and connections. Mr. Mu, don't be in a hurry to enter the mountain, stay here for a day or two, and it won't be too late for you to enter the mountain after I figure out the situation. Jianshui City is not as lively and prosperous as Jianning City, but there are some scenic spots Asu can take you around the historic sites. On the Xihua Mountain in the east of the city, there is a thousand-year-old Taoist temple, and there is a Wenbi Pagoda named after the distance. In summer, you can just climb up to listen to the sound of thunder. Since ancient times, Many literati and poets have visited the must-see places in southern Xinjiang, Mr. Mu might as well go and have a look."

"this"

Mu Feng deliberately declined. On the one hand, he was in a hurry and hoped to get the Yang Soul Pill as soon as possible; up. .

But before he opened his mouth to refuse, Jing Wushuang on the side said first: "Okay, it's rare to come here once, how can I easily miss such a place of interest. In the past two days, for some reason, my body feels cold from time to time. Check carefully, I haven't noticed anything unusual, and I'm planning to find a Taoist temple to do a fortune telling and burn incense to make a wish. Brother Mufeng, let's stay here for one more day, not much, just one day, okay?"

Jing Wubin said while looking at Mu Feng, his eyes were reddish, and there was a lingering sadness on his brows.

After arriving at Jianshui City safe and sound, it was only the last trip away from the Poison Sect deep in the Hengling Mountains. Mu Feng was very pleased, but she couldn't be happy.The closer he was to the Poison Sect, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he looked forward to staying with Mu Feng for a few more days and spending more time with him.It doesn't take a lot, just being able to spend one more day with him is enough.

In the past two days, for some reason, my body was really uncomfortable, and I shivered from the cold from time to time.I don't know if it's because of some serious illness, or because I was frightened on the road.The frequency of seizures is getting higher and higher, and it seems to be getting more and more serious. It's just to avoid Mu Feng's worry, so he kept it secret.

"The body is cold?"

Mu Feng didn't dare to be careless, looked at Jing Wushuang, who was weak and seriously injured, and asked, "Shuang'er, is it important or not, why don't you just stay in Jianshui City for a few days and ask a doctor to see you?"

"No need, I am a doctor myself, and I know my body better than anyone else. There is nothing wrong with my body, but I may have been frightened on the way." Jing Wushuang smiled, and continued slowly: "Go to the Taoist temple on the mountain to count A hexagram, burn incense and make a wish, maybe it will be fine!"

"Okay, then please trouble Mr. Yan and brother Asu!"

Looking at Jing Wushuang's expectant eyes and his delicate and pitiful look, Mu Feng couldn't bear to refuse, and nodded while talking.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early tonight. Let Asu take you to the Taoist temple on Xihua Mountain tomorrow morning. Asu, go, take Mr. Mu and the others to the guest room to rest." Flying Bat said bluntly , stood up while talking.

"good night!"

Mu Feng stood up, bowed and saluted, then turned and left following the clever Asu.

Behind him, after watching him go away, the flying bat clapped his hands, and an old beggar with ragged clothes and messy hair came out from the darkness.After the two of them turned their heads and whispered, the old beggar looked distressed, "Old Yan, there is no problem in the city, our eyes and ears are everywhere, Mr. Mu's safety is on me. However, the map of the ten-mile radius of Zangjian Peak and the Hengling Mountains , then"

"Uncle Jiu, I understand your difficulties, but who is Mr. Mu? He is the only descendant of Taifu Mu! Taifu Mu has been kind to all of us in southern Xinjiang. If it weren't for him, our relatives and friends might He died in the hands of Tong Tianwei a long time ago." Flying Bat spoke sincerely, looked at the old beggar and continued: After Mu Taifu died, there are only two orphans and widows left, Mr. Mu and his mother. For so many years, we have been guilty and restless.Now, Mr. Mu has encountered difficulties and dangers, and has come to our Jianshui, can we still ignore it? "

"Okay, Lao Yan, don't worry, Mr. Mu's safety rests with me, Wu Jiu. In case the news spreads, everyone will say that we Jianshui people are ungrateful and ungrateful. Immortal Sword Sect and Bi Luotian, the big devils, there is nothing to be afraid of, at this age, I, Wu Jiu, have already grown up!"

The old beggar patted his chest vigorously as he spoke, his body flickered as soon as he finished speaking, and he disappeared into the darkness again.

"Farewell to the imperial capital, life and death will be separated from now on. But Taifu Mu, don't worry, as long as you have breath, I, the flying bat, will never forget your great trust in the past. When Mr. Mu grows up and becomes famous, I will Will hand this letter to him!"

Flying Bat took out a yellowed envelope from his arms, looked at the undamaged lacquer print on it for more than ten years, and then touched the thin letter paper inside, his eyes were reddish, recalling the precarious scene more than ten years ago.After hiding the envelope close to his body, he turned and left on crutches.

After the dead of night, the wind brought a little bit of coolness.After a gust of cold wind blew, the window of the guest room opened silently, and a vigorous figure came out through the window. After sensing for a moment, he touched the ground lightly with his toes and walked over the wall, as light as Yan, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After everyone fell asleep, Mu Feng quietly came to a nearby woods and sacrificed eighteen blood witch orders to protect the body.As soon as the flag was waved, a wisp of white mist seeped out, condensed into the figure of a woman in white, and floated out with the wind to guard the periphery.

With the double protection of the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order and the spirit body He Liushuang, who has a particularly keen sense, Mu Feng sat down cross-legged and sacrificed the Blood Mang cautiously.

After the sneak attack on the Nine Fingers Black Demon, he had been worried all the time, feeling that something was wrong with this big killer.Sure enough, when he took a look, the black air entangled in the blood awn not only did not disappear, but gradually eroded into the blood awn, trying to cut off the connection between himself and the blood awn.

"Excellent, even Xuemang almost grabbed it, if he caught him directly, what would happen?"

Recalling the terrifying claws of the Nine Fingers Black Demon, Mu Feng felt lingering fear in his heart.

The blood glow refined from the flying sword and the blade glow is extremely sharp, and the attack is hard to guard against.However, he is invincible among practitioners of the same level, but once he meets a real master, it will be difficult to say.If you are not careful, not only will the attack be disadvantageous, but even this sharp weapon may be taken away by others!

"Blood refining the world, refine it for me!"

After observing it, Mu Feng swelled the blood essence of the ancestral witch in his body, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of natal blood energy, refining the sharp weapon of the blood light again.